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[October 9] [Hana Yori Dango] there’s always a next time
Title: there’s always a next time
Day/Theme: October 9 / everyday is the end of the world
Series: Hana Yori Dango
Character/Pairing: Tsukushi, Tsukasa
Rating: PG
Word Count:
Within the classroom, it was bleak. The clock loomed over their heads, took its sweet time to crawl to the next hour. The fluorescent lamps glared over their shoulders to sharpen the mathematical equations to accusing clarity: at least, get a couple of us, simpletons. Outside was no better, no ego bolster. The skies sagged sullenly, ready to crack open at the slightest provocation. None of them dared to whine.
Irritated, Makino Tsukushi finished her exam, resigning herself to mediocre results. Her attention was being tugged at by a spoiled brat who definitely didn’t deserve it. And she had fought so often with the jerk—it’s like all they do—that she found it even more annoying that she couldn’t regain her ruined peace of mind after it. The spat was just over some useless, senseless thing. The usual.
She left her classroom and absently walked the halls of Eitoku, still lost in her inner rants. That guy was unbelievable, an absolute caveman. Simplistic but hard to predict, just when she thought she had demarcated the maximum ridiculousness he was capable of, he’d break the record with something ten times more idiotic.
That unreasonable bastard.
She quickly sighted his curly head in the cafeteria, for he easily stood out even while seated, and tapped him on a shoulder.
“Hey.”
“What?” he snarled, bristling as he sent a half of a glare her way.
“I’m talking to you again.”
He blinked; he faltered. His wide brown eyes shimmered with something unreadable, something that made her smirk his smirk in spite of herself.
“Scoot over,” she commanded, plunking herself on the seat beside him. (The rest of F4 were interestingly out of sight for the moment. Probably gave him wide berth while he moped.)
“Heh,” he finally spoke. “I knew you’d come running for ore-sama sooner or later.”
Makino gnashed her teeth, but let it pass: there was always a next time.
~23:30
Day/Theme: October 9 / everyday is the end of the world
Series: Hana Yori Dango
Character/Pairing: Tsukushi, Tsukasa
Rating: PG
Word Count:
Within the classroom, it was bleak. The clock loomed over their heads, took its sweet time to crawl to the next hour. The fluorescent lamps glared over their shoulders to sharpen the mathematical equations to accusing clarity: at least, get a couple of us, simpletons. Outside was no better, no ego bolster. The skies sagged sullenly, ready to crack open at the slightest provocation. None of them dared to whine.
Irritated, Makino Tsukushi finished her exam, resigning herself to mediocre results. Her attention was being tugged at by a spoiled brat who definitely didn’t deserve it. And she had fought so often with the jerk—it’s like all they do—that she found it even more annoying that she couldn’t regain her ruined peace of mind after it. The spat was just over some useless, senseless thing. The usual.
She left her classroom and absently walked the halls of Eitoku, still lost in her inner rants. That guy was unbelievable, an absolute caveman. Simplistic but hard to predict, just when she thought she had demarcated the maximum ridiculousness he was capable of, he’d break the record with something ten times more idiotic.
That unreasonable bastard.
She quickly sighted his curly head in the cafeteria, for he easily stood out even while seated, and tapped him on a shoulder.
“Hey.”
“What?” he snarled, bristling as he sent a half of a glare her way.
“I’m talking to you again.”
He blinked; he faltered. His wide brown eyes shimmered with something unreadable, something that made her smirk his smirk in spite of herself.
“Scoot over,” she commanded, plunking herself on the seat beside him. (The rest of F4 were interestingly out of sight for the moment. Probably gave him wide berth while he moped.)
“Heh,” he finally spoke. “I knew you’d come running for ore-sama sooner or later.”
Makino gnashed her teeth, but let it pass: there was always a next time.
~23:30